Quote #17
Where Nature's end of language is declin'd, And men talk only to conceal the mind.
More from Edward Young
- The booby father craves a booby son, And by Heaven's blessing thinks himself undone.
- Be wise with speed; A fool at forty is a fool indeed.
- None think the great unhappy but the great.
- With skill she vibrates her eternal tongue, Forever most divinely in the wrong.
- They that on glorious ancestors enlarge, Produce their debt instead of their discharge.
- For her own breakfast she'll project a scheme, Nor take her tea without a strategem.
- Titles are marks of honest men, and wise; The fool or knave that wears a title lies.
- Think naught a trifle, though it small appear; Small sands the mountain, moments make the year, And trifles life.